Keep personnel [Zhou Sheng as before]

When there is something in the heart, time always passes slowly.After finally waiting for the day when Xiao Yan returned to vulgarity, Feng Qiao got up early and rushed to Tongtai Temple, but was told not to enter.

Not only her, but other pilgrims were also stopped outside the temple gate, and the people who stopped them were the Royal Guards. From this point of view, Xiao Yan's return to vulgarity was quite a battle.

Fortunately, the gate of the temple was open. Feng Qiao stood outside the gate and could see the scene in the main hall.

Xu Shi also paid attention to the auspicious time of the day when returning to the secular world. As soon as the time passed, Xiao Yan, led by the three abbots, appeared at the side of the hall and walked towards the door of the hall, followed by a group of monks.

Although the monk uniforms they wore were almost the same, Feng Qiao recognized Xiao Yan among them at a glance.I haven't seen him for two years. He doesn't seem to have changed much, but he looks a little thinner.

She opened her mouth and wanted to call him, but soon realized that it was not appropriate to make noise here and now, so she shut her mouth and looked at him quietly.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but when she stepped into the hall, Xiao Yan's figure seemed to have paused for a moment, and his head was tilted slightly, but before she could take a closer look, he had already entered the hall.

The next step is to return the vulgar ceremony.Xiao Yan sat in the center of the temple hall, facing the Buddha statue, with his back to the temple gate, holding a mallet in his hand and tapping on the wooden fish, while reciting Buddhist scriptures and Sanskrit sounds in his ears.

After an unknown amount of time, Dongyang was already hanging in the air, Xiao Yan finally got up, bowed to the Buddha statue, and then bowed to the abbots and masters, then he took off the beads on his neck and handed them over to the leader master.

They should have said something, but they were a little far away, Feng Qiao didn't hear clearly.

After the ceremony was completed, Xiao Yan left the main hall, but instead of walking towards the temple gate, he turned back to the place where he just appeared.Feng Qiao was anxious, and wanted to rush into the temple, and at the same time called him loudly: "Xiao Yan!"

As soon as she moved, a sword was placed around her neck, and the guards guarding the gate were glaring at her.

She was about to explain, when suddenly a familiar voice came from not far away: "Let her go."

The guard immediately put his sword back into its sheath.

Feng Qiao looked at Xiao Yan, and he also looked at her, nodded slightly, said something to his followers, and then left.Before she understood what he meant, the attendant had already walked up to her and bowed to her, "Young lady, please follow me."

Feng Qiao followed him, bypassing the main hall to the backyard of the temple.When he came to the door of a house, the attendant said: "Please wait here for a while, girl."

After that, he left.

Compared with Beichen, Nanxiao's winter is really much warmer. After waiting outside for a while, Fengqiao didn't feel cold, but just bored.

She thought to herself, did the monk intend to make fun of her, otherwise why did he make her wait so long?

Just about to scold him, the door suddenly opened, and Xiao Yan walked out with long legs.

He has changed his monk clothes and replaced them with brocade clothes.Feng Qiao had never seen him with such a graceful and dignified appearance, but seeing him now, she couldn't help being a little dazed.

"Now that you have arrived in Nanxiao, you must know how to do as the locals do." Xiao Yan said slowly, "When you see this king, don't you hurry up and salute?"

Feng Qiao: "Xiao Yan, you..."

"My Buddha's destiny is over. Now that I am the Second Prince of Nan Xiao, I am no longer Xiao Yan." After a pause, he added, "Call me Xiao Wen."

Hearing that he said that he was no longer Xiao Yan, Feng Qiao's heart ached for no reason, and her expression was sad.

That's right, we haven't seen each other for so long, people change, so what's the point of changing your name?Why did she bother to be sad about this?

"The General Feng I know is very forthright and straightforward, not the coy and sad look now."

"Who is shy and who is sad?" Feng Qiao glared at him, "Xiao Yan, you have to be careful with what you say, otherwise I..."

Halfway through the conversation, she suddenly realized that she had habitually called him "Xiao Yan" just now, and she panicked inexplicably. She secretly looked at his face to make sure that he was not angry, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Otherwise what?"

"..."

Did he mean that he tacitly allowed her to call him Xiao Yan instead of Xiao Wen?

With undecided thoughts in her heart, she replied with little confidence: "No, otherwise I will be angry."

As soon as the words fell, his laughter rang in her ears, although it was low and short, it was as real as it was, easily disturbing her heart.

"General Feng hasn't told me yet, why are you looking for me?"

Feng Qiao asked back: "I can't come to you if I have nothing to do?"

Xiao Yan looked down at her and said, "Yes, no."

"..." Feng Qiao supported her forehead and sighed, "You have already returned to vulgarity, why do you still speak in such a Buddhist way?"

Xiao Yan bent his lips and smiled, but did not answer.

Feng Qiao was taken aback for another moment, turned around hastily, walked with her hands behind her back and said, "I've already heard about you."

Xiao Yan followed her slowly, and upon hearing that, he asked, "What's the matter with me?"

"Returned to vulgarity, and then was canonized as the prince." She laughed at herself, "Two years ago, I asked you if you would let go of your grievances. You said you did. I didn't believe it at the time. Now it seems that I was thinking too much."

Xiao Yan sighed: "What are my personal grievances compared to the righteousness of my family and country?"

Feng Qiao turned to look at him, "So, you don't hate your father anymore, and you promised to inherit the throne in the future?"

Xiao Yan nodded slightly, and said again: "Actually, there is another reason?"

Feng Qiao asked curiously, "Can you tell me?"

He didn't say "yes, no" again, and directly explained the reason: "After leaving Beichen, I thought about it many times. If your master rebelled and proclaimed himself emperor, then everyone would live well now. But I He knew that even if he lived a new life, facing the same dilemma of loyalty and rebellion, he would still choose loyalty in the end.

"I can protect the peace of the world that he swears to protect to the death; the smoke in the world he wants is endless and stretches for thousands of miles, and I can also help him fulfill his long-cherished wish, on the condition that I need to hold power.

"The ten-year agreement of Dingjiang Tower is about to come to an end, but my father is currently bedridden, and the time is numbered. If I can, I would like to be the one who protects the peace and tranquility of Northern Chen and Southern Xiao."

When he said these words, Feng Qiao's gaze was fixed on him, even after he finished speaking, she never moved away.

Xiao Yan asked: "Why do you look at me like this?"

Feng Qiao regained her composure when she heard the words, and explained in a low voice: "I used to think that you were an idle monk who pursued freedom like the wind, but now that I think about it, I made a mistake in my perception again."

"No." Xiao Yan said, "I've really thought about getting out of the world, not asking about worldly things, being a wandering monk, free from constraints and worries."

Feng Qiao: "Now that you can't get what you want, do you feel regretful?"

Xiao Yan shook his head.

The reason here, Feng Qiao did not ask further, because she already understood.

She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him calmly. When she saw that he was wearing a fancy dress but with a bald head, she suddenly felt a little funny.

"Tell me, will you be the only bald prince, unprecedented..." While speaking, she raised her hand unconsciously, trying to touch his head, but he stopped him abruptly.

Feng Qiao was startled, her gaze unexpectedly fell into his eyes, and she met his eyes.

Just now he held her wrist and pulled her to his side. Now they are so close that they can breathe and smell each other.

The temperature on her face suddenly rose, Feng Qiao swallowed her saliva, and called him cautiously: "Xiao, Xiao Yan?"

Xiao Yan hurriedly let go of her hand when she heard the sound, coughed dryly and said seriously, "How can you be so presumptuous?"

Feng Qiao blinked, and asked him: "You mean, if I'm not in a place of Buddhism, I can be presumptuous to you?"

Xiao Yan: "..."

After a long while, he forced out two words: "As you wish."

When he turned around, he unconsciously bent the corners of his lips.